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I have to say that most of my posts here on TB are very self centered, and I guess that's what any internet forum is based on, but today I received some news that really brought me out of my shallow, ego driven, 'me first,' existence. It has brought me here to share something with my fellow TBers that, for me, is bigger than anything I have ever posted. I apologize in advance for the long post.
I found out today that my father in law has prostate cancer. At his age they probably won't perform surgery, and depending on how advanced it is (we find out tomorrow) he may not have long to live.
He was a great musician, but a greater man. A man much greater than me, and for the relatively short time I have known him he has been a tremendous inspiration to me. I would like to share a few things about his life to give perspective on a a life that has been so well lived.
Born in Haiti in the 1930's, his family was upper middle class. He worked at a car dealership that his mother owned when he was a teenager, but during a political uprising his father was killed. Fearing for his safety, his mother sent him to Queens to live with his aunt.
After finishing high school he served in the army as a French translator in Vietnam. He came back and got a degree in architecture. All this time he was a steady working trumpet player and a member of the musician's union in NY. He played with some legendary salsa artists including Celia Cruz and Hector Lavoe.
He worked on the group that designed the elevators in the world trade center and later served as conservationista in the Puerto Rican government, helping to preserve some of the country's historical sites. |